- Lil Wyte get high to this 歌詞
- Lil Wyte
- [Intro: DJ Paul]yea-yea
Chuch ya'khamsayn
Once again it's on baby, y'all know what time it is
I know it'sa shame ya'khamsayn,
You gatta actually killa a ***********a out here
Just ta let a *********** now you ain't playin' with him
And you ain't bull***********ttin' - yea that's some knowledge fa y'all
Na'...we gon' get y'all inta this new artist
His new ass -
Lil' Wyte, this boy raw...[Chorus 8x - (DJ Paul) plays in the background]
Get high to this ***********t -
I'm high as a ***********a[DJ Paul]
Alotta rappers rap gangsta ***********t but they ain't did nothing
DJ Paul -
Lord Inf'...
Crunchy Blac fa real bussen
We done rolled down on ***********z, we done let them gats burst
We done seen ***********z blood leak clean through they ***********rt
I ain't lying too ya boys when
I said that cha'll get did
Man I keep me some hungry ***********z ready ta spit the wig
Of a fake solid ********** *, hoes lying in they wraps'cause they never shot guns and they never had ta scrap[Juicy J]
He wore a vest so we shot him in the neck
Made his body cold left from red and wet
Body curved up like a cornrow
Police on the set,
I'm a vet from the
North - North
Pack a rusty tec in the
Lex' plus a sawed- off
Hard makin' money when you watching for the ro-bbe-rers
Narcotics and these hoodrats - nut go-ba-lers
They'd take a shot at 'cha, put you in tha hospita '
Leave you left fa dead, and they tell ya
I'ma halla at ya[Crunchy Blac]
Here I go again, try'na keep my ********** *' ass thin
***********z halla friends, but they fake friends
I'ma *********** halla '********** * friends'
Torn up in my ***********' right hand
I'ma 'bouta go and ***********' rob a man
Just so I can keep my ***********' family fed
*********** what'cha heard this is what
I saidBust out some shots at ya ***********' head[LaChat]
I'ma meet you pockin' ***********, whoppin' ******* ****z wit' my pistol
In my yard they discovered, dead
I'm out here out makin' missles
This is war when you *********** ' wit'
LaChat - *********** y'aint know
Get 'cho posee out be'cause we comin' 20 deep hoe
Didn't you need ta know that all that talk can get you ****** up
Hoe this ain't no game - that you playing you get bucked up
I'ont give a ********** * who you is, who you in too
You wont touch a ***********, ha who me *********** - but
I'll kill you[Frayser Boy]
A crooked as a barrell of snakes
*********** with the real not fake
I represent the
Bay - so ain't no need ta hate
I'm counting tones and spray
I'll blow your crean away
This HCP don't play - won't see anotha day
Y'kno we Hyp-notize , can see it in your eyes
This Frayser
Boy - no lie
Inhalin' dro - so fine
Y'kno we toppin' a poun'
And still we stompin' your smile
No need ta copy our styles
What chain't been popped in a while[Lil' Wyte]
No more ***********' around by now
I 'm fed up
I see your face has a frown - gatta keep your head up'cause when you *********** wit' this camp - let's say you messed up
They told you in the beginning - don't try ta test us
The day Lil'
Wyte hooked up with the 6 - the ***********t was all she wrote
Y'kno these lyrics be burnin' - blisters deep in my throat
This ***********t be hotter than lava laying a hault in yo saga
Adding some
Pippen ta ****** ***** get at me weaker than water
This is the start of a problem thats lackin' a solution
You graduated with honors - ta sell out institution
And this for all the rappers that got kicked up out this camp
I stole your plate when back fa seconds - +
How U Luvin'
That?+This is my ***********' posee song -
Wheres Jerome?
Instead of gettin' up out yo ***********t - you stayed ya ass at home
Potential lurking fa certain -
I know you feel it hurt
If they knew ***********in' came wit' ya - you coulda kept ya verse
*********** doubt me now[Chorus 8x - (DJ Paul)]
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